Back to myself again

It was a pretty tepid goodbye, wasn't it?

I wanted to crack a joke, but couldn't bring myself to make that reference from Winter Sonata ("Let's make a promise to not look back because I don't want my last memory of you to be your back."). Just seemed too contrived and too unnecessarily teary. And I guess it's not really that funny, although you will probably still laugh at me anyway. I love that about you.

It has really only been 3 weeks. It will be another 3 weeks until we see each other again. I knew it's been short and fast, but didn't realize just how short and how fast until you mentioned it last night. I mean, I couldn't even learn how to play In My Life on the guitar in three weeks!

Though in truth I have known that we would be good together probably since the 2nd or 3rd time I saw you. I knew that much just from talking to you on the plane from Tokyo to Yonago. Both the 2nd or 3rd time you were wearing that orange "Quality Chick" tanktop and blue mesh shorts. The 80's Denver Bronco colors aren't the prettiest combinations, but hey, it left an impression didn't it?

3 weeks is lightspeed compared to the snail-paced lovelives we've led until we crossed paths. It is so short that I'm still wondering about its legitimacy. I can't enumerate all the reasons I think we're right for each other without sounding obsessive or desperate, but I guess that's how these things are.

3 weeks is not long enough to discover serious flaws, but it's enough time to find the kinks and the wrinkles. Although for the past couple of days my mind has been focused entirely on these kinks and wrinkles (or more specifically, THE kink), I am sure that it will one day become one of those "comedies of errors" that you're so fond of coining.

It's been just a few hours and I miss you already.

addendum: just got your email from the airport, so I guess you must've felt the same. I must've spent at least 2 minutes staring and thinking about how you signed your email "with love." Nice curveball.